a smile, a look, a touch
is all that's needed for them to think
you belong with me
(you do)
but you are not mine
not in ways they presume
when they see us together
and the ever shrinking space between us

you are not mine in ways that are well trodden
of obligation, of possession, of labels

but you belong with me
in ways that matter
in the way we talk just to each other
in the congruency of our thought
in the importance we have for us
in laughter and sadness
in sickness and in health

they look at us and they presume
but they can never know
how deeply I belong to you

you are the greatest pleasure
bigger than life I feel
I know

you are the definition
of 'Ecstasy'
In my little world

have't I told you
I am a victim of
your sweet innocence

tricky game you play love
keep me all to you or
give me nothing at all

the emperor of ages
uncountable drops of blood
sweat and thirst
infinite sparks of chemicals
inside your wrinkled brain
just vanished
In the way as miserable as it can be
right after it fired, the last bullet
the bullet of so called love

chimes of bells
dance and beauty of pictures
speeches and God's contest
will mixed to the wine
unveiled the bride
the one you tasted the soul

dear ***
I know your games
**** me
I will fight for survival

But I know the things you once told me was never true.
i hadn't had the clue.
adorned words used meticulously,
and I believed them.

I am not saying I am hurt very bad.
or literally sad,
but I can't deny, it did bother me somewhere.

just a single effort you'd have made.
just a single thing you'd have said.
to rekindle what we had.
glum silence followed,
but now the wedge is crystal clear.

considered you were free of deceit,
what I found was a jigsaw instead.
and I was utterly perplexed.
this sordid affair was like a HICCUP,
Completely unexpected.

it bothered me a bit,
But believe me when I say this,
It caused no calamity.

albeit the contortion was required somewhere,

so that I may fathom
HOW SOME PEOPLE ARE SO FAMILIAR YET UNKNOWN.

Clinging to what's left,
The debris of us,
Floats down the calmed delta mouth,
A night of turbulent storms,
Has laid waste to our ship, "Golden Heart,"
Mighty was she, but no match,
For the storm of lies that welled up,
The waves carelessly consumed us whole,
You steered us right into the storm,
Instead of running you faced it head on,
Ramon, a formidable captain with the best of intentions,
Chose poorly that night,
Yes, he'd sailed that course a-plenty,
Assuming we could skip port and rest...
But this night was different,
The air was abnormally still,
I questioned the Captain's choices,
I too had sailed these waters,
I'd seen these types of clouds before,
I'd smelled this still and seemingly calm air,
A maelstrom of despair, doubt, and, anger
Violently rocked her,
We couldn't keep the sails,
The mast snapped like a twig,
We were at the black water's mercy now,
Two beloved crew members float lifelessly face down
Their skin, pale and bruised from the rocks,
Which tore into the ship's bow,
The black water, now satiated,
Basks in the afterglow of our destruction,
The warm golden sun rise brings no comfort,
It illuminates the debris of us, laughing in our faces,
The ship is gone,
We managed to lash together a few jagged pieces of love-red deck,
She was beautiful, a pain to navigate, but beautiful nonetheless,
All that's left of her are us,
Clinging to each other with calloused hands,
Cold, damp, exhausted, and bitter,
A waterfall is up ahead,
Nothing but a few pieces of rope and broken wood,
Stand between us and the jagged rocks below...